[Even loud music can’t drown out Itadori Yuji’s thoughts tonight. Usually, all he needs to do when the negative thoughts grip onto him and won’t relinquish their hold is shove his earbuds in and turn his phone all the way up, focusing on others and their hurt instead of his.
But tonight it’s too loud-- his brain is at war, telling him that bad things will happen soon, and there isn’t anything Yuji can do to escape them. The thoughts drag him down, down, down…
He shuts the music off, rips the headphones from his ears, and sits up in the bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the thick black of his bedroom, and when they do, he pushes himself up, pulls the hem of his shirt down. His bare feet pad across the wooden floor and to the door, not bothering to turn on the light as he goes.
Yuji moves out of the bedroom, down the halls, to the outside. The cold night air stings his skin, the sharpness of it bringing tears to his eyes. It burns in his lungs. And yet, it is so sobering. The sudden chattering of his teeth helps fight off those loud thoughts that had been plauging him all night, all day.
He stands there, watching at the sky. Yuji knows nothing about constellations, but stars have always fascinated him. How something so far away can light up their sky here on Earth. And eventually those stars will burn out, fade from existence.
Just like him…
Yuji shakes his head, rubs his eyes, blinks a dozen times. Stop, he tells himself. Stop thinking like that.
It’s not a long life he has ahead of him, but it is a life, and he should stop focusing on the end of it.]
[ in a world where itadori yuuji gets to live to see 2019, fushiguro megumi remembers his birthday and, appropriately, gets him a gift.
...well, unfortunately it's not a surprise exactly! it's a movie itadori once mentioned that he liked but couldn't find anywhere -- online or otherwise. the wrapping is neat -- pastel yellow, the ribbon is white. it sits propped against his dorm-room door, rather than delivered in real-time face-to-face. unfortunately curses wait for no one's birthday, even special ones like this, and megumi had been sent out on a mission quite early that morning, but later he'll come back. gojou and kugisaki will have sent him to the appropriate bakery. there will be cake, itadori's movie of choice, and megumi will summon kuro because he knows itadori is fond of him as he is.
[When Yuji wakes up, it's late afternoon; no one had disturbed him, and he wakes with a start, jumping out of bed. The blanket catches his feet and he stumbles, quickly throwing his hands out to catch himself against the wooden floor.
Ouch. He winces as pain goes through the palms of his hands. He allows himself a moment to process to the pain before kicking the blanket off and jumping to his feet.
Who let him sleep this late? There were things to do, curses to exorcise, surely. Yuji has been in this world long enough now that he knows that sleeping in is a privilege not often had.
He throws the door of his room open, and the present hits the ground.
Oh. It's his birthday. How could he forget?
Slowly, he picks up the wrapped parcel, examines it. He can tell from the wrapping that it's from Fushiguro: neat, perfect. His chest swells, and a smile takes home on his face. Oh.
He closes the door and opens the gift, being careful not to mar the wrapping-- only because its Fushiguro, and he wants to save it because of that.
And when he opens it, his impossibility wide smile grows exponentially bigger, and he goes to grab his phone.]
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an instance of insomnia
But tonight it’s too loud-- his brain is at war, telling him that bad things will happen soon, and there isn’t anything Yuji can do to escape them. The thoughts drag him down, down, down…
He shuts the music off, rips the headphones from his ears, and sits up in the bed. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the thick black of his bedroom, and when they do, he pushes himself up, pulls the hem of his shirt down. His bare feet pad across the wooden floor and to the door, not bothering to turn on the light as he goes.
Yuji moves out of the bedroom, down the halls, to the outside. The cold night air stings his skin, the sharpness of it bringing tears to his eyes. It burns in his lungs. And yet, it is so sobering. The sudden chattering of his teeth helps fight off those loud thoughts that had been plauging him all night, all day.
He stands there, watching at the sky. Yuji knows nothing about constellations, but stars have always fascinated him. How something so far away can light up their sky here on Earth. And eventually those stars will burn out, fade from existence.
Just like him…
Yuji shakes his head, rubs his eyes, blinks a dozen times. Stop, he tells himself. Stop thinking like that.
It’s not a long life he has ahead of him, but it is a life, and he should stop focusing on the end of it.]
happy birthday yuuji. <3
...well, unfortunately it's not a surprise exactly! it's a movie itadori once mentioned that he liked but couldn't find anywhere -- online or otherwise. the wrapping is neat -- pastel yellow, the ribbon is white. it sits propped against his dorm-room door, rather than delivered in real-time face-to-face. unfortunately curses wait for no one's birthday, even special ones like this, and megumi had been sent out on a mission quite early that morning, but later he'll come back. gojou and kugisaki will have sent him to the appropriate bakery. there will be cake, itadori's movie of choice, and megumi will summon kuro because he knows itadori is fond of him as he is.
and they'll be happy. ]
SCREAMING AND CRYING !! I LOVE YOU
Ouch. He winces as pain goes through the palms of his hands. He allows himself a moment to process to the pain before kicking the blanket off and jumping to his feet.
Who let him sleep this late? There were things to do, curses to exorcise, surely. Yuji has been in this world long enough now that he knows that sleeping in is a privilege not often had.
He throws the door of his room open, and the present hits the ground.
Oh. It's his birthday. How could he forget?
Slowly, he picks up the wrapped parcel, examines it. He can tell from the wrapping that it's from Fushiguro: neat, perfect. His chest swells, and a smile takes home on his face. Oh.
He closes the door and opens the gift, being careful not to mar the wrapping-- only because its Fushiguro, and he wants to save it because of that.
And when he opens it, his impossibility wide smile grows exponentially bigger, and he goes to grab his phone.]
fushiguro!!! you remembered!!
[About the movie. About his birthday.]